Nuttin' To Do (Clean Radio Version) (Radio Version)
Bad Meets Evil"Nuttin' To Do (Clean Radio Version) (Radio Version)" is a song by Bad Meets Evil, released in 1999 in the Pop genre. The song is 3:51 long and contains 113 lines and 882 words.
0:00Nuttin' To Do (无事可做) (Radio Version) - Bad Meets Evil/Eminem (埃米纳姆)/Royce Da 5'9
0:04The bad the evil the bad the evil
0:10If it wasn't for your whip
0:11I'd have nothing to strip
0:12If it wasn't for a wrist
0:14I'd have nothing to slit
0:15If it wasn't for the shrooms
0:16I'd have nothing to chew
0:17I'm just f**king with you
0:19Cause I got nothing to do
0:20I came in the diner with skateboarders
0:22And placed orders
0:23Ate hors d'œuvres
0:24And hit the waiter with plate warmers
0:26Let you inhale the Glock smell while I'm ripping your wallet off
0:29And slipping a Molotov in your cocktail
0:31Burning your contracts punch your A&R in the face
0:34Smash his glasses and turn them to contacts
0:37I'm on some shook sh*t if it's missing I took it
0:39Nurse look at this straitjacket it's crooked
0:42I go to jail and murder you from a cell
0:44Put a knife in an envelope and have you stabbed in the mail
0:47So how do you describe someone with a decapitated head
0:50When the rest of his body's still alive running
0:52Coming with five gunmen waiting to do a drive-by
0:55So when you see the black 20 hide from it
0:57For every hundred MC's rhyming about birds
0:59Only about two thirds really said it without words
1:02Yo you ain't a thug I can make you b**ch up
1:04Pick the fifth up cock spit you would swear it's raining slugs
1:08I'm the hottest sh*t in the industry
1:09I got every thug on the block that get a wind of me defending me
1:13You lack class and respect get a direct back blast
1:15The bad and evil mad rap I cover the bad half
1:18You know how a thug in this sh*t'll end up
1:20Spit a round lift your chin up you get hit ten down and ten up
1:23I take it if you run your mouth then you wanna get sent up
1:26Heat it up you be leaking blood and spitting phlegm up
1:28Now we rivals cause of a small name or title
1:31You stepped got devoured and left with a flower and Bible
1:34If it wasn't for your whip
1:35I'd have nothing to strip
1:36And if it wasn't for a wrist
1:37I'd have nothing to slit
1:39If it wasn't for the shrooms
1:40I'd have nothing to chew
1:41I'm just f**king with you
1:42Cause I got nothing to do
1:44If it wasn't for your whip
1:45I'd have nothing to strip
1:46And if it wasn't for a wrist
1:48I'd have nothing to slit
1:49If it wasn't for the shrooms
1:50I'd have nothing to chew
1:52I'm just f**king with you
1:53Cause I got nothing to do
1:54Forget a chorus my metaphors are so complicated
1:57It takes six minutes to get applause
1:59And by the time you all catch on I'm a end your career
2:02And walk away with the whole floor so you have nothing to fall back on
2:06I'll throw you off of ten floors
2:07Pull a f**king headache outta my head and put it in yours
2:10I'm indoors waiting for this acid to seep in my skin pores
2:14To go outdoors and do some in-stores
2:16This b**ch wanted to blow me I said it oughta happen
2:18You swallow cum b**ch
2:19No but I brought a napkin
2:21Getting skully while I'm autographing
2:23Got my daughter laughing cause I sent her mother whitewater rafting
2:26I'm not a fact I'm a proven fear
2:28Mr Rogers blocked up my U-haul screaming
2:30Wait you ain't moving here
2:31Lorena Bobbitt c'mere want a souvenir
2:34I've been high as f**k since I was a juvi-neer
2:37Juvenile
2:37Same difference I need some caine
2:39Cause I ain't sniffed since I woke up to seven slain infants
2:42Brain implants and they say there's a slim chance
2:44I won't stay the same cause I traded brains with a chimpanz
2:47Walking in swamp water with an M-16
2:49Out for the blood shove a gun in the mouth of a thug
2:52To break braces you say grace and make faces
2:55I'll display hate and break you in eight places
2:57Take paces turn around draw in a standoff
3:00Precise aim icing my fame blowing your hand off
3:02Dancing with the devil leading I won't die I'm never leaving
3:06I pledge allegiance to forever breathing
3:08Street niggas with nuts what my meat's bigger
3:10Fake-a** thugs with toy guns and cheap triggers
3:13With a deathwish thinking I'm the ni**a to mess with
3:15Let the tech lift direct chest hit melt your necklace
3:18For instance you just a henchmen on tough soil
3:21A follower never had heart he just loyal
3:23Thugs is glass doors
3:25I see through them put the heat to them
3:26Be careful you might get what you ask for
3:28If it wasn't for your whip
3:30I'd have nothing to strip
3:31And if it wasn't for a wrist
3:32I'd have nothing to slit
3:34If it wasn't for the shrooms
3:35I'd have nothing to chew
3:36I'm just f**king with you
3:37Cause I got nothing to do
3:39If it wasn't for your whip
3:40I'd have nothing to strip
3:41And if it wasn't for a wrist
3:43I'd have nothing to slit
3:44If it wasn't for the shrooms
3:45I'd have nothing to chew
3:46I'm just f**king with you
3:48Cause I got nothing to do
3:51The bad the evil the bad the evil
Nuttin' To Do (无事可做) (Radio Version) - Bad Meets Evil/Eminem (埃米纳姆)/Royce Da 5'9 The bad the evil the bad the evil If it wasn't for your whip I'd have nothing to strip If it wasn't for a wrist I'd have nothing to slit If it wasn't for the shrooms I'd have nothing to chew I'm just f**king with you Cause I got nothing to do I came in the diner with skateboarders And placed orders Ate hors d'œuvres And hit the waiter with plate warmers Let you inhale the Glock smell while I'm ripping your wallet off And slipping a Molotov in your cocktail Burning your contracts punch your A&R in the face Smash his glasses and turn them to contacts I'm on some shook sh*t if it's missing I took it Nurse look at this straitjacket it's crooked I go to jail and murder you from a cell Put a knife in an envelope and have you stabbed in the mail So how do you describe someone with a decapitated head When the rest of his body's still alive running Coming with five gunmen waiting to do a drive-by So when you see the black 20 hide from it For every hundred MC's rhyming about birds Only about two thirds really said it without words Yo you ain't a thug I can make you b**ch up Pick the fifth up cock spit you would swear it's raining slugs I'm the hottest sh*t in the industry I got every thug on the block that get a wind of me defending me You lack class and respect get a direct back blast The bad and evil mad rap I cover the bad half You know how a thug in this sh*t'll end up Spit a round lift your chin up you get hit ten down and ten up I take it if you run your mouth then you wanna get sent up Heat it up you be leaking blood and spitting phlegm up Now we rivals cause of a small name or title You stepped got devoured and left with a flower and Bible If it wasn't for your whip I'd have nothing to strip And if it wasn't for a wrist I'd have nothing to slit If it wasn't for the shrooms I'd have nothing to chew I'm just f**king with you Cause I got nothing to do If it wasn't for your whip I'd have nothing to strip And if it wasn't for a wrist I'd have nothing to slit If it wasn't for the shrooms I'd have nothing to chew I'm just f**king with you Cause I got nothing to do Forget a chorus my metaphors are so complicated It takes six minutes to get applause And by the time you all catch on I'm a end your career And walk away with the whole floor so you have nothing to fall back on I'll throw you off of ten floors Pull a f**king headache outta my head and put it in yours I'm indoors waiting for this acid to seep in my skin pores To go outdoors and do some in-stores This b**ch wanted to blow me I said it oughta happen You swallow cum b**ch No but I brought a napkin Getting skully while I'm autographing Got my daughter laughing cause I sent her mother whitewater rafting I'm not a fact I'm a proven fear Mr Rogers blocked up my U-haul screaming Wait you ain't moving here Lorena Bobbitt c'mere want a souvenir I've been high as f**k since I was a juvi-neer Juvenile Same difference I need some caine Cause I ain't sniffed since I woke up to seven slain infants Brain implants and they say there's a slim chance I won't stay the same cause I traded brains with a chimpanz Walking in swamp water with an M-16 Out for the blood shove a gun in the mouth of a thug To break braces you say grace and make faces I'll display hate and break you in eight places Take paces turn around draw in a standoff Precise aim icing my fame blowing your hand off Dancing with the devil leading I won't die I'm never leaving I pledge allegiance to forever breathing Street niggas with nuts what my meat's bigger Fake-a** thugs with toy guns and cheap triggers With a deathwish thinking I'm the ni**a to mess with Let the tech lift direct chest hit melt your necklace For instance you just a henchmen on tough soil A follower never had heart he just loyal Thugs is glass doors I see through them put the heat to them Be careful you might get what you ask for If it wasn't for your whip I'd have nothing to strip And if it wasn't for a wrist I'd have nothing to slit If it wasn't for the shrooms I'd have nothing to chew I'm just f**king with you Cause I got nothing to do If it wasn't for your whip I'd have nothing to strip And if it wasn't for a wrist I'd have nothing to slit If it wasn't for the shrooms I'd have nothing to chew I'm just f**king with you Cause I got nothing to do The bad the evil the bad the evil
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